The Re-birth
And it came back with a rush ......
Tumbling over thoughts, over feelings, rushing with a life which was its very own. Without the need of any external stimuli it flowed out as words in waves of joyous expression!
It was tumultous and unstoppable - flowing around and over barriers, free once again.
And infected by it, life and the people around, seemed to dance to the wild music that flowed from it.
The Flowing River
Then
It became in realization
And in its in-substantiality,
So vast , all-pervasive,
That within it
I could hear the joyous laughter
Cascading in a waterfall
Of fantasies, dreams, longings,
First becoming possible
And possibilities turning into realities.
Transcending all self-made barriers
Returning each to oneself
And beyond.
For mercifully
Human beings do not,
Cannot change.
And in our struggle,
So unnecessary, so human,
For domination, for survival,
The essence of being
Cannot be.
For though the drumming raindrops,
The blue-black sky, the twinkling stars,
The raging blizzard are without,
Their song
With its subtle haunting music
Elusive, uncageable,
Springs from within us;
An indolent gentle breeze
Enveloping, embracing,
Intermingling;
Creating, and in the act
Generating itself, becoming more.
An environment, unlimited,
Except by ourselves.
And yet
It is not ours to own.
We, as a part of it,
Go way beyond survival or domination.
A part which always is
And will be.
And to hear
And be part of the music
We just have to sit
And listen.
